Wordle by Wordle: Day 128
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Wordle #1053 – MUSTY
Whatever Palumbo had intended to do, he changes his mind and simply shrugs his shoulders. Like it doesn’t matter whether I resist now—I won’t escape for long.
He lobs another smirk at me before turning back toward the officer.
“Looks like we’re done here,” Palumbo says around the wad of gum in his cheek. He gestures at Roy’s belongings with a sweep of his hand. “Bag ‘em and tag ‘em.”
“Sir, I found this, too. But I don’t know if it’s covered under the warrant…”
The policeman reaches far back into the cabinet, grunting as he rummages around. He emerges in a waft of musty air—Is my sink leaking too? That’d be the cherry on top of this shit sundae—and then proffers a large bottle.
Palumbo has given up on barring me from the bathroom, so I can easily see that it's a half-empty handle of Jack Daniel’s. He lets out a huff, somewhere between laughter and derision.
“I guess she was right…” Palumbo twists the corner of his mustache, looking me up and down but talking right past me. “About her being back on the sauce.”
‘She’ who? Bree? And I’m not! Tito’s in the freezer was always more my speed anyway…
The urge to defend myself comes on stronger than a frat boy at a block party, but I manage to keep my mouth shut.
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